The age of chivalry is not dead for me
For I know I never took my challenges
lightly, but with the light of grace;
felt the stranglehold of predators,
but never felt strangulated, even
when I felt my roomspace shrinking!
You know that even my defeat is not
my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest,
Even though it is tear-shedding I detest
I have suffered too overly much, it is the truth!
But I scarcely made it known. You can tell
that I didn’t want any penny from anyone.
Ask Centrelink if I didn’t insist that I didn’t
want their pittance! I just feel glorified about
my resilience and valiance. I wouldn’t tell
you that, even if you chose to listen. Should you
all see that do you think I deserve defeat? Does
honour need to be perverted by evil? I know certainly
well that I don’t want victory, if it should be procured
with compliance with any (PSP’s) evil. You can
all pronounce my defeat, but it is not my
acceptance and complacence. I am not
shrouded by the endgames of this lifetime.
If this my rapporteuring suits or contradicts your conjecture!
I can tell Zohran Mamdani, though, I just can’t
stand his paedophile religion and I fuck its brazen chauvinism!
Mecca is the centre of rabid, morbid sinful catharsis
I can get out with the courage, that I can return
again, for another joust with persistent evil!
So, even if I lose, I am never a loser!
And I am not dissipated by innumerable deaths!
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